Page 49 of Bossy Wicked Prince

Nate yanks my skirt up around my hips and in the building closest to us, I spot several men in suits walking down a hallway. All they’d have to do is turn their heads to see my little pink panties and my bare legs.

“What’s your favorite color?” he asks, and I’m thrown by the question, but I answer it anyway on instinct. I’ll tell him anything he wants to know right now as long as he doesn’t stop.

“Pink.”

“Of course, it is,” he says with a chuckle against the nape of my neck. “What’s your least favorite?”

“I-I don’t have one.”

“Not surprising. Red then.”

“What?”

He runs his nose up the side of my neck and I shiver.

“Pink means keep going,” he says, a whisper against the curve of my neck. “Red means you want me to slow down.” A kiss to the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Black means stop. Nod if you understand.”

I nod, my shuddering breaths fogging the glass as his hands explore my body.

Nate nudges my ankle with his dress shoe, coaching me to shift it to the side. The wider stance forces me to lean back against him for balance.

I reach behind me, delving my fingers into his soft hair. He angles his jaw, pressing a kiss to my wrist like it’s holy. The warmth of it makes me relax into the nudges of his feet and shift my legs wider.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Nice and wide for me. Just like that.” Another kiss to my wrist, then my neck, making me tremble. “Good girl.”

His praise makes me melt. Warm, glowing heat spreads through every inch of my body, and my muscles feel loose and relaxed. I let Nate’s body fully absorb my weight. No guy has ever talked to me like this. It’s more than compliments—it’sapproval, mixed with admiration and desire. I didn’t know how much I needed to feel that from someone.

His fingers trail over the curve of my bare hip, down the sensitive skin in the crease of my leg, lower, and lower.

“Color?” he asks.

My brain races to remember. “Pink.”

Definitely pink.

It’s like Nate’s claiming me in front of the whole city. Telling them who I belong to.

Him.

Just thinking about it makes me feel high. Every rational thought bleeds away, leaving just howgoodthis feels. All myapprehension and doubts vanish. My body goes loose and pliant, accepting everything Nate gives me.

Maybe it’s not forever, but for tonight, I’m Nate’s, and he’s not afraid to show everyone.

Nate releases my hair so my head can fall back against his shoulder. His fingers move over my panties, tracing my folds through the soaking fabric. My mouth falls open as I gasp.

“You feel fucking perfect.” He strokes all the way from my entrance up to my clit and back, setting my nerves alight. “My brilliant Kitten.”

My hips circle, grinding my core against his hard hand. It feels sinfully good. Normally, my thoughts race at a million miles a minute, always thinking about what’s next. Now, it’s like everything’s gone quiet and dark. My body and mind are humming with the same good energy.

When Nate’s hand lets go of me, I whine loudly. “Don’t stop!”

He chuckles darkly and pulls the fabric of my panties aside, exposing me to the cool air. My hips roll forward as I try to press my bare pussy into his hand

“Oh Kitten, I’m not stopping until I see those pretty eyes roll back.”

Two broad fingers stroke my clit and heat shoots through me. My body feels tight and loose at the same time. He strokes me again and I moan. Fuck, it’s embarrassingly loud. I clap my hand to my mouth before I can do that again.

Natetsksbehind me. “None of that. I love hearing you moan for me. Don’t hold back. Come on, Kitten, purr for me.”